"Listening to all your nonsense was making even me anxious."
"Besides, since I had already acted, there was no reason for me to pull back."
"Who told you to get beaten up by your own disciple?"
Lu Yunxiao glanced at Ying Xuanzi, stabbing another knife into his heart.
Ying Xuanzi: (.︿.)
He could not help clutching his chest, feeling a sharp pang.
Young Master, enough, really enough. Stop stabbing me in the heart.
"Yunxiao!"
Ying Huanhuan shook Lu Yunxiao's arm and said coquettishly, "Stop hurting Father's feelings."
"After all, he's old."
Ying Xuanzi: "..."
Why, thank you. What a wonderful daughter you are.
Lu Yunxiao's words had been barely tolerable, but Ying Huanhuan's blow nearly made him cough up blood.
Old... old...
Ying Xuanzi felt those two words replaying endlessly in his mind.
Was he really old? Was he useless now?
"You truly are a 'filial daughter,'" Lu Yunxiao said with an odd smile.
"Of course. I'm very filial."
Ying Huanhuan spoke with a proud look on her face.
The corner of Lu Yunxiao's mouth twitched. Looking at her pretty little face, which had once again become playful and adorable, he ultimately said nothing.
Whatever. Even if the little girl's filial piety broke through the heavens, it did not affect him much.
After all, it was not his heart being stabbed.
With that thought, Lu Yunxiao stopped caring.
Yet Ying Xuanzi felt increasingly miserable. Especially when he saw Ying Huanhuan's sweetly smiling little face, his heart hurt even more.
Resisting the urge to look at her, he swept his gaze toward Zhou Tong, who was struggling in midair. Grief and concern slowly emerged in his eyes.
"Young Master, what exactly has happened to Zhou Tong?"
Ying Xuanzi looked at Lu Yunxiao and could not help asking.
Lu Yunxiao did not